A/N: Yay! So this is my new story! It's just a one shot, and I know that this idea has been done many times over, but I thought it was a good idea and thought I would try it out for myself. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. The lucky, talented Miss Stephenie Meyer does.

I found the number I wanted, one that I had never called before in my life. I pressed the "send" button and crossed my fingers.

"Hello?" the voice like golden wind chimes answered.

"Rosalie?" I whispered. "It's Bella. Please. You have to help me."

-Breaking Dawn, Page 138


"Bella? What is it?"

"They…they didn't tell you yet?"

"Tell me what, Bella?" Okay, so they hadn't told her. I had the advantage to get her on my side.

I took a deep breath, tears brimming my eyes. "Rose, I'm pregnant."

There was a pause, and then she was almost yelling.

"Bella, what the hell do you mean? How in the… No. That's impossible. You couldn't have-"

"Rose, it's true," I said quietly, interrupting her. "I… I don't know how, but I am. Carlisle even agrees. Dreams, cravings, morning sickness, and I honestly have a bump on my stomach. Plus, it is kicking me, Rose. Obviously, it's growing quickly, but I'll be damned if I'm not pregnant!"

"But Edward is a vampire! They can't breed," Rosalie said incredulously.

"And I'm human! That's how it's possible!"

"But…"

"I don't know, but apparently, it happened. I'm really pregnant. With a vampire's baby." I laughed without humor.

There was a long silence on the other side of the line.

I was worried. She had to believe me. She just had to. I had no other option, no other place to turn.

Finally, she answered, resolutely. "What can I do?"

I exhaled shakily, and felt another kick in my stomach. My hand went to the bump.

I whispered, "Protect him."

"Him?"

"Well, I don't know for sure, of course. It's just a feeling," I sighed. "But, really Rose? Will you help protect my baby?"

"Protect it from what, exactly?" she questioned.

This was the part I wasn't so sure about explaining. "From… everyone. Look, I know that Edward thinks it will kill me. He'll do whatever it takes to protect me, even destroy it."

"He wouldn't," she threatened icily.

"I'm sure Carlisle is thinking the same thing. Probably the rest of the family as well. But… not you. Please not you. I know you want this baby. A baby."

I knew I was right here. I could hear in the long silence how much she wanted it. I could hear exactly what she was willing to do to be a mother herself and to fulfill her greatest wish.

"Okay. I'll help you," she promised resolutely.

I sighed, relieved. "Thank you. Thank you so much Rosalie."

"What would you like me to do?"

"Uh…oh…I don't know." My mind kicked into organizational mode. "Prepare, I suppose." Then a horrible scenario dawned on me, and a shiver ran down my spine. "Make sure no one is going spring on me and kill my baby. Get everything you need." Get everything you need to save my little nudger.

"I can do that. I can save my baby…Oh, I mean the baby."

It probably should have bothered me that she was more concerned about the thing growing inside me than myself, but my motherly instincts were already kicking in.

"Okay, Bella, I'll need…" She began mumbling mostly to herself, and I tuned her out.

I could sacrifice my life for my lovely child.

Well, I probably would do just that. The maid was probably right. I doubted I would survive through this, but already, I felt this overwhelming need to take care of it. There was never any question about it.

But I couldn't share this with Edward or Carlisle or Alice or Esme or anyone else. Because they didn't share the bond, the connection that I already held with my son. I would be more important to them, and they wouldn't hesitate to kill him to save me.

The mental image of my little nudger flashed through my head again, all piercing green eyes and his father's face, reminding me of why I had called Rosalie for help. She would know what I was feeling, and what I was needing.

Suddenly, I heard Edward's footsteps on the path outside. "Bella, love? Are you ready?"

Quickly, I whispered to Rosalie. "I'll talk to you soon," and snapped the cellphone shut.

"I'm coming, Edward!" I started to hoist my already heavier self up from off of the ground, but before I could rise up more than a few inches, Edward was there, pulling me to my feet.

Before he could run me out to the boat, I pushed myself into his arms and hugged him, hard. He wiped the tears from the edges of my eyes and stroked my hair as he looked into my eyes. "It'll be okay, Bella, love," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. "I will fix this."

I nodded stiffly into his cool chest. I felt terrible for hiding this from him. I'm sorry I can't tell you. I'm sorry you don't love our son yet.

He sighed quietly and scooped me up into my arms and ran us at lightning speed to the sailboat waiting at the dock.

My mind was a busy blur as he gently placed me on the white plastic seat and untied the boat.

As he deftly steered us away from our honeymoon home, I found I was torn.

I looked down at my hand resting on my bloated little bump.

I looked back at Isle Esme, at our island, and it still looked beautiful.

I couldn't decide how I would look back and remember this memory.

Would I see it as the worst time of my life? Or the best?

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